"No! the death of the warriors is meaningful!" Garrosh showed his toughest side, and as soon as he waved, a female minotaur appeared.

"Magatha!?is that you?" Kane looked slightly displeased.

Magatha * Terror Totem, the female minotaur shaman is ostensibly dedicated to researching ways to transform the Forsaken back into the living, while also serving as an important advisor to Kane * Bloodhoof, but she is actually the quintessential hawk of the tribe.

What's even less known is that she has always wanted to see Kane die.

Before Kane united the entire Minotaur tribe and led them to settle in Thunder Bluffs, Magassa had already achieved power in his tribe. A treacherous and powerful shaman and an extremely inclined leader, Magatha never fully accepted Kane as the chieftain of all the Minotaurs, nor did she believe that the Bloodhoof could truly fight for the well-being of all the Minotaurs and unite them.

While no one could deny her strength, her wisdom, and her erudition, no one but her own tribe was willing to obey her will.

Kane brought her to Thunder Bluff in order to monitor her every move and control the spread of the Terror Totem Clan's influence.

Now Kane is unhappy that she actually got involved with Garrosh behind her back.

Magassa saluted Kane, and then said to everyone, "The enemy has been paralyzed. They thought the tribe was just a bunch of weak bugs to be slaughtered, and that Deathwing had just transferred ninety percent of the Twilight dragons. They must have gone to deal with the Temple of Dragon's Sleep and the Alliance. ”

Woking, Kane, and Delañoche's hearts hit rock bottom at the same time.

By this moment, the tribe had sacrificed two hundred thousand people. These 200,000 lives are just to bring disaster to the east, and then create an opportunity for the tribe to storm the Twilight Fortress?

How cruel is this!?

If Garrosh was just cold and cruel, then he mingled with the sinister and cunning Magatha and it was not the effect of one plus one equaling two.

Garrosh's rugged face showed a smile of victory: "What are you waiting for? Ready to launch a general attack! That guy Grull can't wait!"

As we all know, Sal and Gruul are actually at odds.

Unexpectedly, when Garrosh was in power, Gruul, a grumpy guy, had the same smell as him.

"Leave it to me and my little cubs!" Ever since he came to Azeroth, Grull was fat-hearted, snapping a few Goron smacks, and smashing a few more.

The way Gruul, a demigod monster, has a peculiar way of referencing, more like a split of some kind of power than a normal conception. In just one year's work, the youngest ones have grown to the same size as their older brothers. The combat power is also not much different.

On this day, in the eyes of the Twilight believers, the tribe came to die again.

The green tide rushing over the mountains and fields is a pity that it will crowd itself into a mass when it reaches a few passes. Just give the twilight dragon a round of dragon breath to the rabbit-like dragon, and serve it directly.

There are so many orc corpses these days. The Twilight Dragon didn't even need to go out to forage for food, it was enough to fly down and devour the living corpses after the battle every day.

As if patterned attacks, the Twilight Dragons didn't find anything wrong with them.

But when nearly 100 twilight dragons began to glide close to the ground and enter a state of swooping dragon breath strafing, the landscape in front of them suddenly changed.

Within the horizon, more than a hundred huge humanoid creatures intruded into their field of vision without warning. They can't discern what is phantom and what is real.

Instinctively, they attacked the chunks.

"Whew-" Furious flames, scorching the ground.

The orcs who were caught in the flames immediately turned into humanoid torches, wailing and running, falling to the ground and convulsing in a few moments, and then dying as easily as ever.

But these massive humanoid monsters with rock-clad skins are unafraid of the Twilight Dragon's flames, displaying more movement than the dragon could imagine.

Some of them smashed out huge stones the size of tanks, and some jumped directly thirty or forty meters, jumped directly into the air, hugged the flying dragons, and fell to the ground with these dragons with strange purple-blue scales, scuffling into a ball.

The two largest adult dragons set their sights on the largest of them, Gruul. They also serve directly with flames.

Grul, the size of a small mountain, showed agility disproportionate to his large size, and he made a sideways motion. Just standing on his front and back legs, he let two fiery dragon breaths pass by him.

Behind him, a series of flame-burning sounds that resembled explosions were quickly generated. The dazzling light of the dragon's breath caused the mortals around them to squint.

Only Grull ignored the shockwave from the explosion and shot his entire body into the sky like a cannonball.

The two twilight dragons opened their mouths in rage, raised their claws, flapped their wings, and slammed into Gruul's left and right.

However, the unimaginable acceleration of the second stage caused Grull to stagger between the mouths and claws of the two dragons.

Although it was not a direct hit, the left side of the neck, the right arm, and the left side of the waist still made several long openings for the dragon's claws that were half a meter deep.

There is no blood, because Goron is a half-rock, half-creature being. The fatal wound in the eyes of others is only a skin wound on Golon's body.

Instead, Grull staggered past and grabbed the necks of the two dragons.

"Roar!"

"Click!"

The two dragons were slammed to the ground with their bellies turned to the sky. Just as they were being knocked to the ground, Grull made a very exaggerated gesture - he actually tied two Twilight Dragon's snake necks together and tied them into a dead knot.

It was a strange scene, the mighty dragon that had been slaughtering the tribal warriors all these days had become a ridiculous toy in front of the ancient demigod beast Gruul.

Gruul stepped on the shoulders of one dragon and tore the other away with his hand, as the dragons began to run out of oxygen due to the knotted neck, and their struggles became weaker and weaker.

In the end, when the snake's neck is pulled to the extreme, after exceeding the limit.

"Poof!" the neck of the first Twilight dragon was torn off. Gruul didn't let go of the other, and directly used his giant claws to rip off the dragon's neck, which was still attached to the neck of another dragon......

On the four huge openings, blood spurted out at once, forming a group of combined fountains in mid-air—fountains of blood.

"Hahahaha! wahahahaha!" Grull looked up to the sky and smiled, his laughter was the main theme of today's battle.